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[bitchthefuck1-deactivated202204]

I'll never get over how fucking ridiculous the post-hunger games dystopian YA trend was. Every book was "society is sorted into *rolls dice* 5 groups based on *picks card* astrology signs. It is illegal to *throws dart at wall* sing. The main character is special because she *spins wheel* knows how to read. Two boys are in love with her."

[bingusmyboy]

“Maybe i was better off dead”

[mitrevisan]

Hmm depression

[eros-telesse]

At the table with the bats

Jason : Oh please what does Dick have that I don't?

Damian : A date tonight?

Tim : Stop the tape, rewind, play it again!

Damian : A date tonight!

*They hive five*

Jason :

Jason : I hate that you two get along now.

[teethofeden]

when you like writing fanfic but is lowkey embarrassed to post it

[pierayanna]

batman and his raven haired emo orphan brigade

[ratinapinksuit]

Richard Grayson — Superbat Love Child

Jason Todd — WonderBat

Timothy Drake — Batlane

Stephanie Brown — Flashbat

Damian Wayne — Brutalia

Cassandra — Either mitosis or Ghostbat

Duke Thomas — Lanternbat

Jarro — Martianbat

[incorrectbatfam]

[boys trip]

Jason: My name is Jason and I carry all the bags.

Damian: My name is Damian.

Dick: My name is Dick and I plan the itinerary and navigate the routes.

Damian: My name is Damian.

Duke: My name is Duke and I plan the aesthetic cafés.

Damian: My name is Damian.

Tim: My name is Tim and I take the photos and videos.

Damian: My name is Damian.

[mikakuna]

the people yearn for red hood

[mikakuna]

the people yearn for red hood

[big8cola]

great trope

[p1tufina]

Who else but THEEE dynamic duo

[reducingemissions]

But like fr

[red-plutoo]

I've brought offerings!! Jason core

He’s such a baby girl I love him

[mystiquevoid]

Take Me For A Ride, Baby

pairing: biker!jason todd x reader

synopsis: you were curious about bikers before, but you are pretty sure they just became your weak spot after meeting this handsome, green-eyed stranger at the gas station

content: fluff, meet-cute, tough exterior n soft interior jason, reader thinking of riding him for a sec, but c’mon, who wouldn’t in this context

“Hi, um, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could…” Jason watched you—the cute girl who had approached him at the gas station—do a revving motion with your hand. Didn’t even say it out loud; just moved your fist and looked at him with those big eyes.

Through the dark visor of his helmet, you couldn’t see the way Jason was squinting down at you. And still, you felt like you were being scrutinized. Now, you regretted not getting ready properly. I mean, you had just wanted to go get some gas. You would’ve put more thought into your choice of clothing if you had known that you’d end up seeing a biker there; one with broad shoulders that filled out his leather jacket impressively. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, though, as you’d randomly thrown something together this morning.

Taking in your adorably curious face, Jason found himself wondering what a sweet girl like you was doing walking up to a guy like him. He was well aware of what kind of first impression most people got of him. After all, he was a big guy with an even bigger motorcycle.

But you didn’t look intimidated by his stature at all. If anything, you just seemed a bit shy asking him for permission to lay hands on his bike. So with a nod, he gave you the okay. In real time, he saw the sheepish expression on your face melt away and in its stead witnessed a spark of excitement light up in your eyes.

He watched you attentively as you took a few steps closer to his bike, and reached over to the handle. You were about to twist it expectantly, when Jason stopped you with a chuckle. Eyes lifting to look at the attractive stranger, you were worried that you had done something wrong already without noticing it.

“Not like that. You need to twist it towards you, all right?” Your cheeks warmed up in embarrassment, but his gloved hand simply came to rest over yours.

When he guided it in the right direction now, the bike’s engine roared to life loudly. The vibrations of the motor sent your heart tumbling into a frantic rush. To say you were impressed would have been nothing less than a blatant understatement. Jason could practically see stars form in your eyes. “You’re a fan of bikes, huh?” He huffed in amusement. His gaze drifted over your side profile as you nodded. You were pretty. Really pretty.

“Y’want to go for a ride?” The question left his mouth before his brain could catch up with what he was suggesting. It was unlike Jason to make an offer like this to someone he didn’t even know. He did it anyway, so that had to mean something, surely. Lifting his visor, he peered straight into your soul now—no kind of glass acting as a form of separation between you two.

You turned your head to look at him, and for a moment, you were just staring at him—soft lips parted. Clearly, you were as taken aback by his offer as he was. And also by those uniquely vibrant green eyes, but hopefully that wasn’t something the dark-haired biker would know.

Stranger danger should have stopped you from agreeing to something so reckless, especially in a crazy place like Gotham City, but much like Jason, you weren’t acting like yourself at the moment. “I… I mean, if you have the time.” Luckily for you, he had an extra helmet with him.

After Jason explained the basics of what you needed to know, you found yourself on the back of his bike. When he sensed that you hesitated to hold onto him, unsure of where to put your hands without crossing some sort of line, one of Jason’s hands reached backwards to grab yours and place it around his midriff.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he ordered, but his voice was terribly kind. Then he snapped his visor back down, and you were off onto the road.

It was exhilarating; hearing the raucous vrooming sound of the engine, feeling the wind whip past your bodies.

You felt more alive than you ever had before. A thrilled little laugh came from you as you allowed yourself to enjoy the ride. Only now did you realize that you didn’t even know this stranger’s name yet. You had been too caught up in your inner monologue panicking over how bad of an idea this probably was.

When Jason sped up to overtake a car, you closed your eyes momentarily and rested your head against his back. Oh my god, this was as terrifying as it was fun.

The longer you two drove, the more your nerves began to ease into pure, unfiltered joy. You were growing more comfortable by the minute—your hands traveling along his abdomen and holding onto him tighter. At one point, your hand was pressed against his pectoral, and if you hadn’t been so swept up in the moment, you would’ve been able to feel the rapid, thumping beat of his heart.

Once you two stopped at a red light, the man you’d been clinging onto turned his head so that you could hear him better. “You good?” You might not know much about this stranger, but one thing you knew for sure: he was painfully considerate.

Jason started out driving not too fast, paid attention to your body language the whole ride through, and only began speeding up upon noticing that you had relaxed a bit. In other words, he made sure you felt comfortable the whole time, and now he was also checking in on you verbally. You were surprised by how well this was going considering how unsure you’d been about this choice.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” you spoke loudly in the hope of your voice carrying over the cacophony of traffic noise around you. With a growing grin, you added, “More than fine, actually. This is crazy!” Jason was thinking of a reply when the stoplight turned green, effectively interrupting your conversation.

Butterflies swarmed your stomach as you leaned into him, arms wrapped around him securely. Hands holding onto his front, you took notice of the warmth that seeped through the material of his black compression shirt. You couldn’t help but wonder how many days a week this man must have gone to work out to be this fucking ripped. Even from afar, it had been impossible to miss his size, but actually feeling the hard planes of muscle hidden beneath his clothes gave you a different kind of impression on just how built this man was.

Time flew by quickly. When Jason eventually dropped you off at the same gas station that he met you—he felt like it would be creepy to ask you where you lived, and your car was parked there anyway—the adrenaline was still pumping through your veins like a river of ecstasy.

Your breath was erratic as you warned him that you would get off the back of his bike now, just as he had told you to. Communication was key between the driver and backpacker. You wouldn’t want him to lose balance and let the bike fall to the ground. He likely wouldn’t have made a fuss about it, even if you did, though.

Standing on your own two feet after the addictive feeling of speeding through the streets with him felt weird. Your shaky fingers began fumbling with your helmet, and mere seconds later, Jason stood right in front of you. Noticing your struggle, he silently helped you. Your blown eyes were locked on him the entire time as he slipped it off your head. With him this close, you could smell the dizzying scent of his cologne: leather, musk, and something irresistibly warm that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It smelled almost like gunpowder, but you doubted that with how sweet this man had been to you. Either way, he smelled absolutely to die for.

You ran your fingers through your hair to fix it, and Jason watched you closely. The corners of his mouth tugged up into an amused smirk. Fuck, you were too cute.

“Thank you. That was the most fun I’ve had in a while.” You sounded so gentle, so sincere in your gratitude. It wasn’t even a big deal, really, nothing that demanded much effort on his part. Still, it clearly made you happy, and he found himself feeling unreasonably accomplished by that, which was stupid, because he didn’t know you.

Jason should have reminded himself of that. He didn’t.

After he took off his own helmet, you could finally take a good look at the entirety of his face, and it was actually embarrassing how affected you were by it. The gorgeous green eyes you had seen before, but his dark, perfectly disheveled hair alongside the faint, jagged scar on his face piqued your interest in the man.

He was gorgeous, undeniably so.

You wanted to find out more about Jason, wanted to see if he had other scars or birthmarks hidden beneath the fabric of his protective gear, wanted to ride with him again. Of course, the more debauched side of your brain couldn’t help but think of wanting to ride him too, but that unfitting thought was quickly banished into the back of your traitorous mind. Even briefly imagining that with him right in front of you, fuck, that was a horrible idea, worse than climbing onto a stranger’s motorcycle.

“Any time…” Jason trailed off, a subtle inquiry of your name. Snapping out of your thoughts, you giggled at his smoothness. The man, who had died and come back to life, swore he felt something that he’d never felt before. An odd sensation of warmth spread through his chest. Illogical. Entirely unfounded. What was up with him?

You told him your name softly, and Jason repeated it back to you like he was testing the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. “Jason.” The curt response would have seemed aloof, if it weren’t for the evident interest shining in those emerald depths of his. “Well, thank you then, Jason,” you said with a sweet smile. Your heart was pounding wildly against your ribcage, and you knew that that wasn’t just the aftershocks of residual adrenaline.

Internally, you wondered if you should ask him for his number. Then you cringed at how awkward it would be if he told you no, if he said that he had a girlfriend and this was just him trying to be nice earlier. “Okay, I should—” You didn’t even finish your sentence, because he spoke up at the same time as you did, “Could I—” The air between you seemed static as you nodded at Jason to say what he wanted to first. “Could I get your number?” All right, girlfriend theory debunked then, you guessed.

He cleared his throat, trying to tamp down the tension he had created with the intense, deep timbre of his voice. Jason licked his lips before adding, “So we could… do this again, you know. If you’d like.” Wait, was he shy?

Jason didn’t want to come on too strong or make you feel like this was him expecting your number in return for his favor. It wasn’t like you owed him anything! He wasn’t an asshole like that. But you didn’t think that anyway.

The smile on your face broadened into an even more radiant one, and Jason had an inkling that he would grow to love this grin of yours. “Sure, I would love that. Maybe we could go to the library next time.” You inclined your head downward and chuckled bashfully, realizing how unspectacular of a place that sounded like. Leave it to you to suggest to the hot biker you met to go to the freaking library of all places. “I mean, if you don’t find that too boring. My aunt runs a library. I help out every once in a while, so I like the quiet there.”

Jason might have just found the woman of his dreams.

“No, no, I don’t find that boring at all,” he said, and when you lifted your head, you could tell by the look on his face alone that he meant what he said. Your eyes darted across his pretty face, teeth tugging at your bottom lip like that could contain your giddiness.

Jason might have been the man of your dreams too.

He gave you his phone, and you couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to you, as you typed your number into the phone of the handsome biker you met only today. The owner of the prettiest green eyes and the most attractive voice you ever had the pleasure of beholding. And he liked to read, apparently. It was like this man had stumbled right out of a romance novel.

Handing his phone back to him, you looked up at Jason through your eyelashes. “Call me.” Such bold words, yet coming out of the mouth of a sweet thing like you, they didn’t sound half as provocative as they should have.

Oh, Jason was definitely going to call you.

em’s masterlist | jason todd masterlist wc: 2.2k request: no

˙⋆✮ a/n: this was inspired by sth that happened to me this week lol. lowk don’t like ts, but i’ll post it anyway, bc i don’t want to scrap the fic. and also again, this is a drabble that turned into a one-shot. like, ugh, guys, i cannot write short stuff for the life of me 😭😭 this isn’t even acc long to me, but it’s definitely also not drabble-kinda short ykwim

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jason todd works: nobody here yet…

[bloomcissa]

jason’s wet dream!

your trying to wake him but, but he has other plans | fem!reader, smut & fluff, he's whiny in this

Jason’s got a soft look on his face while he sleeps, lips parted and chest rising and falling peacefully. Nothing like the wild, haunted eyes that meet yours right after patrol. Or the harsh breaths he takes when panic claws through his chest.

This Jason was yours. Untouched by cruel hands and crueler words. Your Jason only knew soft mornings, where sunlight spilled in and your fingers brushed through his unruly dark locks.

You wanted to let him sleep longer. But even more so, you wanted to look into his pretty eyes and see them soften like you were his world.

Which you knew you were.

“Jay,” you whisper.

He was practically on top of you, cheek smushed against your head, muscular arms wound tightly around you as you lay on your back.

It’s suffocating in the best way. For him to be so close to you meant he felt safe.

“Come on, wake up. M'hungry,” you murmur gently.

He groans, moving his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck. One of his hands moves from your waist to your stomach and up to your chest as if making sure you were here.

Your thoughts slide to a halt when you feel his hand cup your boob. Is he—

“Jason?” you try again, weakly. The man was using your boob as a stress ball.

“Five more minutes, sweetheart,” he mumbles and squeezes again. The thin fabric of your shirt does nothing to keep the heat of his touch away.

“Oh, um…” Your cheeks burn.

He lets out another sleepy sigh and mumbles something under his breath. Something that sounds far too much like, “You’re so good to me, baby.”

You close your eyes. He’s definitely having a wet dream.

Muffling a tiny giggle, you shift slightly, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Instead, his grip tightens, keeping you pressed down to the sheets.

He moves then, trying to get even closer, his hard on pressing against your thigh and making him whine.

“Oh my god.” Mouth to the ceiling, a giddy smile on your face.

You reach out to play with his hair. Pausing for a moment, you wonder what he’d do if you tugged on it.

Naturally, you do just that. A tiny groan leaves him, his hips grinding against your thigh. You feel his lips against the curve of your neck, just resting there.

“You’re gonna be so mortified when you wake up,” you mumble, combing his hair back lovingly.

A tiny, soft sigh escapes him, and suddenly you don’t want to wake him.

So you let him sleep, occasionally pressing a kiss to his forehead while he whines and grinds his hard and aching dick against your thigh.

masterlist

idk i’ve had this in my drafts for months

[th3m3rcurygirl]

When my tumblr decides to randomly refresh and I lose the most peak fanfic of all time

[sugarbunnyluv]

── ♡︎ ᴊᴀsᴏɴ sᴀᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ !! ( ᴀ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ) ⋆ . ࿔ ˚

cw : jason todd x fem! reader , fluffノa little crack , reader is scared of spidersノhas arachnophobia , softieノooc jason , possible straight haired reader , brief suggestiveness ( jason wants your cookie :p ) , non-sexual showering , ᴡᴄ : 𝟷.𝟻ᴋ

cosy nights in like these are jason's favourite. he spends far too many nights out on patrol, doing things he'd never dare to utter to you, his precious girlfriend. you don't need to know what he gets up to, the blood he stains his hands with. you know the gist of his mission, and that's enough for him. so when he gets a chance to spend a night in with you, he leaps for it.

the curtains are drawn, candles lit, the tv playing a cosy tv show from a few decades ago as jason sits on the sofa with a book. he's been trying to read it for the past ten minutes but something has been distracting him. you've been showering for the exact same amount of time he's been trying to read, the sound of your singing echoing off the bathroom tiles, travelling into the living room. a fond grin tugs at jason's lips as he dog-ears the page of the book he's now given up reading — something you reccommended to him a few months ago which he's only now been able to get to.

he gets up, resuming the task you left him with. you put a batch of cookies in the oven just a bit before you started showering, made from scratch and everything, and trusted your boyfriend with taking them out. jason may not be reliable in some ways — he'll miss dates, be too bruised and bloodied up to meet your parents, and always flakes on taking you to meet his family. but he'll for sure get those cookies out the oven.

he spots the oven mitts on the side where you left them, pulling them on as he crouches down to check how well the cookies have baked through the glass; they're nice and thick in the middle while the outsides have spread to remain cruchy. just how jason likes. god, he'll have to give attention to a certain other cookie to reward you…

your boyfriend reaches to pull the oven door open, when all of a sudden a sharp, blood-curdling screech comes from the bathroom.

jason is up in an instant, managing to reach the door right as it swings open, his girlfriend suddenly whipping past him all wide eyed and frantic, suds still bubbling in your hair as water drips down your skin from how quickly you ran out the shower, wet puddles following your swift footsteps.

jason's heartbeat pounds in his ears as he makes his way into the room, that practiced scowl coming over his face as he investigates. he doesn't wait to ask you what's wrong, stalling like that may cost someones life. exhaling, he pulls back the shower curtain, but the only thing he finds is the shower head still running — you practically jumped out the shower, you didn't have the time to turn it off. he pauses, tilts his head, looks back at you, then into the shower, turns the water off, then back at you.

"…there was a spider…" you squeak, arms curling around your shivering body. your very wet, very naked body… jason's eyes dip lower, adam's apple bobbing. your voice is simply an incoherent mumble to him, that is until he hears you calling his name.

"jason?"

his eyes dart right back up to yours, clearing his throat as his cheeks burn a soft red — a sight that has only ever really graced your eyes. a flustered jason todd is truly a rare sight, something you hold near and dear.

"what did you say, hun?" he steps forward, grabbing a towel on his way out of the bathroom, wrapping it around you to keep you warm (and to prevent you from distracting him any further…). he's already feeling something down under. what can he say? he's whipped.

"there was a spider… on the wall," a soft pout tugs at your lips, droplets of water dripping down your face. his squared shoulders relax once you reveal what happened; the threat was just a spider, nothing life threatening. his baby is safe, just how he likes it. he cups your cheeks, hands swallowing up your smaller face as he tenderly wipes the bubbly tracks of shower water dripping down your face.

"thank god… i'll deal with it, don't worry." he plants a kiss to your forehead, giving your butt a small pat before heading back into the bathroom to deal with the unwelcome intruder. it's an easy job for jason. he scoops it up into his hands, cupping them together to make sure the spindly arachnid doesn't escape, and he chucks it out the window. you keep a close eye on your boyfriend, making sure he gets the job done properly — you've been scarred before…

he turns to make his way back out to you, a proud smile on his face, but you suddenly stop him, 'ah-aht!'-ing him sharply. even pointing a finger at him too.

"wash your hands," you huff, crossing your arms over your chest, taking a few steps back from where he's tried to get closer once again. it's routine, you never let him touch you after he's been playing around with bugs. he rolls his eyes, but he does as he's told, using soap and everything to make sure his hands are squeaky clean. once all threats have been dealt with, he ushers you forwards, turning the shower back on for you.

you approach slowly, eyes darting around the room to make sure there's no other spiders in the room. seeing one spider always makes you scared that there will be more. you can already see the random blobs that look suspiciously like a spider in your vision, feeling the phantom bugs crawling all over your skin…

"c'mon princess, it's okay…" jason coaxes, pulling the shower curtain back to make more room for you. despite knowing that the situation has been dealt with, you're still on edge, hardly able to focus on getting the shampoo out of your hair. you just won't stop looking over your shoulder. "mm… maybe i'll just have to stay in here with you… to protect, of course."

he's already pulling off his t-shirt before you can react, shucking his joggers and boxers off, leaving him just as nude as you. but just as he starts to step in, a smell suddenly enters the bathroom.

"did you take the cookies out?" you ask, wincing as jason's eyes widen. fuck! he wastes no time, rushing out the bathroom without even putting a towel on — how could he mess up the one thing he vowed not to? he opens the oven without putting on the oven gloves, burning himself on the pan when he tries to take it out bare-handed. you hear a yelp, a scuffle, footsteps, until finally your boyfriend comes back into the bathroom, slipping into the shower behind you.

"did they burn?" you ask, feeling his breath fan against your neck as he pants from the adrenaline, arms curling around your waist after he pulls the shower curtain closed.

"only a little around the edges… sorry," he huffs, lowering his head into the crook of your shoulder. he takes the loofa you're holding in your hands, squeezing out your coconut scented body wash onto it and dragging it across your body for you. washing you is one jason's favourite things, it feels so intimate, showing how much he loves taking care of you.

"…can you check the bedroom for spiders too?" you ask, turning to look over your shoulder at your boyfriend who's hard at work, making sure you're as clean as can be. his eyes lift from where they were, a smug smile pulling at his lips. he loves feeling needed by you, and even if that's just needing him to get rid of a spider, he's still happy.

"of course i can," he pecks your cheek before handing the loofa to you, letting you get to work on washing him. he doesn't mind smelling like your shower gel, in fact he loves it, it makes him feel closer to you.

once the two of you get out the shower, jason does a thorough inspection of the bedroom, making sure there are no other spiders or bugs in the room. sure enough he does find another small one, which he quickly tosses out the window. he washes his hands once again, and lets you settle down in bed.

you plant a soft kiss on his cheek, just over the indented 'j' scar under his eye — it's a place you love to kiss, to try and cover up those awful memories with new ones. it's not a perfect system, but jason can't help but preen under your gentle affection to his scars.

"thank you, jay." you hum, curling up next to him once your hair is all nice and dry. he pulls you into his arms, right back against his chest as he nuzzles into your neck once more, breathing in your freshly washed smell.

"anything for you…"

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